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Deep thoughts.
I am guessing I am just a little bit sensitive to certain words. I read a wonderful and eloquent LiveJournal entry by a friend of mine, that detailed her teen years. I won't go into details here, her story, is not my own. But walking down the street on Saturday I was strongly reminded of the entry.
I was in Sutton, the town I currently live in meeting up with my best friend (whom I think of as a little sister – there is a year between us, so for all intents and purposes entirely possible IMHO) and her dad. We had had a lovely afternoon of tea and conversation, and were walking down the main street of the town and there were a group of youths. Not one of them were over 24, they were there for some reason – but those reasons were rather obscure – I still don't know why they were there.
( This gets long, but keep going. I hope it is worth the read! )
I was in Sutton, the town I currently live in meeting up with my best friend (whom I think of as a little sister – there is a year between us, so for all intents and purposes entirely possible IMHO) and her dad. We had had a lovely afternoon of tea and conversation, and were walking down the main street of the town and there were a group of youths. Not one of them were over 24, they were there for some reason – but those reasons were rather obscure – I still don't know why they were there.
( This gets long, but keep going. I hope it is worth the read! )